When I drank the honey, I drank the bee,
When I drank the honey, I drank the bee,
'Cos I let a good man lie,
He laid with her and he laid with me.
I drank the honey to the very last drop,
I drank the honey to the very last drop,
I was thirsty for love, my love,
Oh and I didn't stop.
And when it was over I drank the river dry,
And when it was over I drank the river dry,
'Cos you take your love, my love
So much harder than I.
When the river was dried up I went down to the sea,
When the river was dried up I went down to the sea,
And I saw you drowning, drowning
But I pretended not to see.
Some have got nothing
And some have too much
But all must keep up with the Marching.
And some will be upright
And some will be arch
And some can't feel for touching.
When I drank the honey, I drank the bee,
When I drank the honey, I drank the bee,
I let a good man lie,
He laid with her and he laid with me.
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